209. Send her away
Inside the house, Jiang Xiyue changed the little dumpling's clothes and checked him over carefully again: "Thank goodness, thank goodness, he's not hurt..."
The little dumpling bit her chubby lips, her face scrunched up like a bun: "Mommy... Sister Tao hates Yue'er, she..."
“It’s not your fault,” Jiang Xiyue said firmly, “It’s her fault…”
The second brother flew into a rage: "Dad! She bullied my sister like this, and you're still going to protect her? I'm going to settle the score with her right now!"
After he finished speaking, he rushed out of the courtyard.
Despite her young age, Jin Qizhi, who is usually quite calm, stood up with a cold face this time: "I'll go with you."
"Halt!" Marquis Beiding shouted, stopping his two sons. "What are you doing?"
"She pushed my sister down! Can't I get revenge on her?!" The second brother wasn't afraid of the Marquis of Beiding this time and questioned him directly.
Jiang Xiyue looked up, her voice trembling: "What are you thinking? For someone else's child, you're even abandoning your own daughter?"
The little one nestled in his mother's arms, his big eyes brimming with tears, his little hands gripping his mother's clothes tightly.
Marquis Beiding felt heartbroken seeing the little boy crying: "I just feel... a three-year-old child shouldn't have such scheming thoughts..."
"Shouldn't be?" Jiang Xiyue sneered. "I'm just as puzzled. Have you ever seen a three-year-old child who lies like her? Who would deliberately push someone down and then turn around and accuse them? I think she's a born bad seed!"
"I regret it! I really regret it! How could I have said I wanted to bring this bastard home!" Jiang Xiyue gritted her teeth.
Marquis Beiding did not speak again; his mind was also a jumbled mess.
The room fell silent for a moment, with only the little dumpling sobbing softly.
Looking at Jiang Xiyue's angry eyes, and then down at the little dumpling's aggrieved face, Marquis Beiding finally sighed and squatted down in front of the little dumpling.
"Yue'er, Father was wrong." He gently stroked the top of his daughter's head, his voice full of guilt. "Father shouldn't have disbelieved you and made you suffer."
The little dumpling raised its wet eyes and asked timidly, "Daddy...do you not like Yue'er anymore?"
These words pierced the heart of the Marquis of Beiding like a knife.
He quickly hugged his daughter and said softly, "How could that be? Father loves Yue'er the most."
"Really?" The little dumpling still had tears on her long eyelashes, and she hung her little head, looking very disappointed.
“It’s true,” Marquis Beiding quickly hugged her and swore, “In your father’s heart, no one can compare to Yue’er!”
"But Daddy doesn't believe Yue'er today..." The little dumpling felt sad when she thought about it, and her little mouth twitched as she looked like she was about to cry again.
"This will never happen again! It was all Father's fault. Father will always believe in Yue'er from now on!"
“Okay…” The little dumpling leaned on his shoulder, wrapped her little arms around his neck, and whispered, “Then… then Yue’er forgives Daddy.”
Marquis Beiding's heart softened, and he gently patted her back: "Father promises you, I will definitely give you an explanation."
-
That night, Jiang Xiyue coaxed the little dumpling to sleep before returning to the main house.
Upon returning, she sat silently in front of the dressing table, her face gloomy.
Marquis Beiding had been waiting for her for a long time, and seeing her like this, he knew she was still angry.
“Madam…” He had just started to speak when Jiang Xiyue interrupted him.
"I've thought about it, and I think it's best to make things clear now," Jiang Xiyue turned around, her gaze firm. "That child can no longer stay in the manor."
Marquis Beiding was taken aback: "But... she's still so young. If we send her away, how will she live on her own?"
"She is Lao Tao's only child, the child he entrusted to me. If something happens to her, how can I face him in the afterlife?"
"How is she supposed to live?" Jiang Xiyue sneered, completely ignoring his elaborate emotional journey. "Have you ever thought about how Yue'er will survive if things continue like this? Today it's a forced marriage, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after? If something even bigger happens someday, you won't even have time to regret it!"
"It shouldn't be that bad..."
“How could it not be?” Jiang Xiyue stood up. “Yue’er is only three years old. How can you, as her father, not feel any heartache at all when she’s being bullied like this?”
Marquis Beiding remained silent.
He was certainly heartbroken, but he also didn't know what to do...
If he drove Tao Wanbi away, and something happened to her, he would feel guilty towards General Tao and would always have a guilty conscience.
Leaving Tao Wanbi behind was unacceptable; she clearly didn't get along with the little dumpling, and if something happened to Yue'er, he would be even more unable to accept it…
“If you insist on keeping her, then I will have no choice but to take Yue’er back to my parents’ home,” Jiang Xiyue said resolutely.
Marquis Beiding suddenly looked up: "Madam!"
Jiang Xiyue turned her face away and stopped talking.
Marquis Beiding quickly stepped forward and supported her shoulder: "Madam, please don't act rashly."
"I'm not acting impulsively!" Jiang Xiyue shook off his hand. "I'm doing this for my daughter's sake! Since you're going to favor that bastard, then Yue'er and I naturally won't stay here!"
Marquis Beiding knew she was serious; she was truly willing to give him up to protect Yue'er.
He quickly offered a solution: "How about this, Madam? I'll send Tao Wanbi to a manor outside the city. We'll raise her there, and once she's grown up, we'll give her some money and send her back to her hometown."
In this way, Tao Wanbi would neither appear before them again, nor would he betray General Tao.
Jiang Xiyue thought for a moment. She didn't necessarily want to kill a three-year-old child. She could barely accept the Marquis of Beiding's method, so she nodded and said, "...Alright, send her away tomorrow."
"Alright, alright, send her away tomorrow!"
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[...Host, that's what they said. You need to take action.]
Tao Wanbi stood in the side room and, through persistent persuasion, managed to use the items given to her by the system to hear the conversation between the Marquis of Beiding and his wife clearly.
"What can I do?" Tao Wanbi sprawled on the bed. "I've already told you that the two of us together are just a makeshift team, but you wouldn't believe me."
[...I'm not a makeshift team.]
"Heh, your little trash system is so weak that it can't even find the attacker when it gets attacked. It's just a makeshift operation."
[...]
"And didn't you say you have the power of the plot? Where is that power of the plot? Let me ask you, in the plot, the Marquis of Beiding, his wife, and his two brothers all fell in love with me at first sight and stood on my side. Is that how it is now?"
[The plot's influence has been greatly weakened, but it still exists. Otherwise, you wouldn't still be in the Marquis's mansion.]
"What's the meaning?"
[The Marquis of Beiding had the longest contact with you, therefore, he was also the most deeply affected by the plot.]
[As for Lady Hou and your two brothers, you have had almost no contact with them, so the plot forces cannot affect them.]
"...You mean, the longer I spend with them, the more they'll resemble the characters in the story?"
Yes, therefore, host, please make as much contact with them as possible.
"...How disgusting."
【……What? 】
"I said, how disgusting..." Tao Wanbi slowly got up, "A person can be controlled little by little, and another consciousness can occupy their body, but the thoughts and actions are completely different from their own... What's the difference between this and being parasitized?"
I don't understand the host's concerns.
Please understand, host, our sole objective is to get the plot back on track.
I believe that how they are portrayed in the story is how they should be.
“They look like ghosts in the story, they can’t even be considered human,” Tao Wanbi said with a disgusted expression. “If you like watching this, you’ve got it for life.”
Please do not attack me, host. We are one.
"I don't want to do this anymore." Tao Wanbi slumped back down.
One hundred million.
"...Damn it, forget it, I'll try one last time."
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